What is the meaning of life?
There is none, but that which one makes for themselves.
Wiser words have never been spoken, til now
"The number 42"
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
The most explicit answer I’ve ever heard of.
Why does it have to have meaning? Is not the experience meaningful enough?
I believe life is clay in your hands and you have to forge, or sculpt, your own meaning. You are the creator. When you die, what will you leave behind as a testament or monument to your existence?